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Poet’s Corner: Again

Six lobster pots Lifted from the bay By the captain, orange gloved With foul weather gear to match He checks his catch No luck Toward the jetty He steers his boat Wide beamed and modest Replenishes the bait Attaches steel traps To a long line Drops...

Tisbury School second graders pen a class garden poem

Each year, Island Grown Schools (IGS) does a unit on garden poetry with second graders at the Tisbury School. Clair Lafave, the IGS coordinator for the Tisbury School, recently submitted works from this spring. “This...

Poet’s Corner: Home

So hoist the sails and cast her off We’re free as we can be Leave the mainland far behind And head her out to sea Forget the stragglers Let ’em stay Set the course in stone Do not waver Do not stray Steer her straight for home Steve Ewing is...

Serenity

Chaotic chaos Splits me Into two As a Tiny pill splitter Permanently Arms, legs Move without Careful consideration I want To be ONE Calm and relaxed Under the Blazing Oranges, yellows, reds Of A Menemsha sunset Where the Seagulls pass by With extraordinary ease Where fish soak In the Relaxing colors I spread My arms Sand Underneath my feet I stand Rebecca Perkalis...

Honoring W.B. Yeats at the Katharine Cornell Theatre

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Updated May 7 at 2 pm As is the case with Byron and Hemingway, the life and times of Irish poet William Butler Yeats were nearly as bold as his work. In brief: He was...

It was potluck and poetry at MVTV studios on Thursday

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On Thursday night local poets and musicians took to the MVTV studios for the 5th annual Potluck MV Poem in Your Pocket Day, produced by the Martha's Vineyard Poetry Society. Many talented Islanders took...

That’s a wrap: Another successful season of Pathways comes to a close

The latest season of Pathways Living Room Studios wrapped up this past Saturday night, with a celebration of artists, writers, musicians, and performers for their innovative projects in the arts across the Island. Throughout...

Poet’s Corner: Perfect Spring Day

The breezy wind blows brightly colored Leaves across the open road, each day The weather is warmer, flower bulbs pop Up, a bright rainbow peeks through the trees, The sun comes up with a big bright smile, Still so...

An evening of Vineyard poetry

As our Island emerges from its snowbound winter, come celebrate spring with an evening of Vineyard poetry presented by Edgartown Poet Laureate Steve Ewing and poet M.R. Baird at the Edgartown library, on Wednesday,...

The Landing

Not sure when you knew this was your calling To answer fate's pull toward teeny, neonatal screams Ushering them onto this beautiful wild ride that is Planet Earth A world where breath is first exchanged with a...

Poet’s Corner: To Spring Forth

Nature wakes north latitude with a warm and lingering caress Woods rouse themselves from winter’s dreams To put on springtime dress Witch hazel’s spiky flowers curl when snow still covers ground Willows next from slumber rise And wave their...

Poet’s Corner: Ultra Marine Blues — A Riddle

Because you come from very ancient seas — primordial soup was broth, watered and thin — your blood can sense bacteria with ease, there was more ocean to perceive them in. Your blood is therefore valuable to man cheaper...

Poet’s Corner: When I First Understood

I remember when the world of nature, plants around us, First brought me realization of its imitation of humanity, people around us Welcome Spring, daffodils, crocuses, They're the new babies appearing And more follow as the heat of...

Poet’s corner: Thrift Shop

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I'm going through the rack of men's trousers in the musty basement alongside a tall, skinny guy I don't want to look at twice, but he starts to talk: "Everything in here's a 42 or XX large. Some fat guy musta died...

Poet’s Corner: Spring in Mink Meadows

The grass is not green and the snow is still here, But the click of the club tells me spring is near. They hurry on by across the cold ground, So happy, so happy to play a...

Poets' corner: Origins of Myth

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After the future stories will be told which, even if lies, will resemble a life. Stories — the same old one: a man has nothing yet in the sheath of his body a yearning, a bountiful absence lingers that for awhile, reminds him of...

Poet’s Corner: The Poet’s Prize

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The poet’s prize is not fame A trophy or great wealth Nor captured if he wins the game With words he puts upon his shelf Collecting dust in vain ... The poet’s prize he can not steal From his daily...

Poet’s corner: I sometimes think

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I sometimes think I won't wake up Until my last breath leaves. Will there be a welcoming? Or just A query how I slept, or maybe: Were there any dreams? Gerald Blake Storrow lives in Cambridge and Chilmark, and...

Winter in Words: Poetry across the Island

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A round up of reoccurring poetry events.

Poet’s corner: Winter beach

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the sun!  the sun! gusts to 40 heart flutters a gift of beach travel — adjust clothes in layers weather, footwear terrain miles — stretch sleep on clay skin life change splash of ions kiss of sea shifting crystals head buried — dark wing’s last flight swings with wind hinged above sand making...
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